The things we learn (futa/F, size, underage)

This is a continuum for my story: The games we play.

Having too little time to write I still couldn’t help pounding the keyboard to get this piece out of my mind from distracting me in RL activities. Unless I purge my psyche periodically from the smut it accumulates I’m unable to concentrate on the things that I really need to do in RL.

It’s not yet finished but what’s one more unfinished story in my string of unfinished stories. :17:

Prologue

‘Oluchi! Stay inside the village! You hear!’

The caution Mbili shouted to her daughter as she went running past their hut, chasing something on the village’s one and only road, fell to deaf ears. Busily preparing the evening dish for her husband, she didn’t have more time to worry about her daughter’s tendency to dash after all kind of animals.

The five-year-old Oluchi sprinted along the road after an mbaka, a wild cat-creature. The pursued, and now profoundly regretful mbaka had wandered close to the village to check if it could get easy pickings from the village’s chickens. Not so this time, its sneaking form having been spotted by Oluchi. If she had been born a boy and not a girl she would have made a fine hunter or herdsman. Her stamina to run was seemingly inexhaustible.

The mbaka belts all it’s worth along the road until it got out of the village and could veer of the road. The two-legs was fast, almost catching mbaka before it could vanish into vegetation! Hearing the two-legged runner follow it into the scrubs beside the trail, hot in pursuit, the cat-creature raced deeper into the bushes. Nimbly navigating along the familiar, hidden trails in the underbrush, it slowed down only when the pursuing sounds dwindled. Stopping to lick its paws the mbaka contemplated for a moment whether to go back to the two-leg’s village for another try or not, deciding in the end hunt elsewhere.

Excited at almost getting hold of the mbaka’s tail, Oluchi followed it into the bushes, crawling energetically on all fours, intent on catching her elusive prize. It didn’t take long before she got lost in the trails that created a veritable maze under the bushes. Doggedly she crawled until her knees were raw and bleeding, forcing her finally to stop.

Below the thorn bush’s leaf canopy, the last rays from the setting sun raised scary shades around and underneath the bushes. And, then, in an instant it was dark, a state of matters far better and a great deal worse the same time. No more creepy shadows but no light either and a lot of unfamiliar, unsettling noises.

Shivering and hugging her knees in the darkness Oluchi waited and wished for someone familiar to arrive. But even the unfamiliarity and scariness of surroundings on top of hunger couldn’t prevent the young girl from falling to sleep, and dreaming.

In the dream she was the mbaka, stalking an unsuspecting rodent that had come